chapter 0:- prologue

Dear diary.......                       August 25

Few days past  , I was dragged here . somewhere in the Middle of nowhere . no one knows where this plac- school is , at least that's what they say. all I know is this is the place I need to be Or else- again I don't know.

Funny how I thought I knew many things, how people think the Same , but after finding out this whole new world I want to laugh at my own self .

How can this be hidden from everyone ,

How can hundreds and thousands of vampires And witches And what Not be seen Or found out ......Or maybe they know, they just don't to tells us. Maybe we are just ignorant to see what clearly can be seen.

I want to Be a vampire .

Seems like a childish thing to say .

But now being a vampire it seems More childish.

Here people sometimes feel too good to be true . everything confuses me and one question always emerges inside me , can I fit in. Even being a vampire or not fully a vampire , cause I am still alive , have a beating heart . for being a full vampire we need to die . I still need to be fed on  blood tho. Being a real vampire at least they can fit in as vampires.

Their system is always strange to me.

Everything about me was ended or finished or labeled as dead , the day I came here , I AM DEAD FOR EVERYONE.

This is how my life fell from the sky and is stuck in a date palm .........

I remember the date:

14th August.

My mom, who was the dearest to me,

The person who cared for me and the person so warm as the sun was........gone.

it was raining harshly that day

It was a normal day.

I was coming back from my meeting

I said bye to Sarah who is my only friend, while she walked away she turned and shouted

"Have a good day ".and gave a half-grin And walked away with her umbrella in her hand. I saw her disappear in the ore I went in.

It was, it was a good day Before what I saw......

In front, of my eyes laying there, half-***** only in her inners, her throat slit and blood coming out of her throat and a cut open stomach, body full of scars hideous to look at. her mouth still opens like she was trying to grasp air, And her eyes- the look of her face. The room was a mess her dresses And vases And glass all shattered as if they had a fight and started throwing things at each other. I opened my phone and dialled 911 and started getting near her I stepped on a few pieces of glass and my right foot started bleeding but I didn't feel anything as still beeping.

few tears escaped my eyes without me knowing

I still went near her, not wanting to believe the reality there was so much blood, every corner of the wall had blood .my phone had slipped out of my hands everything around me was dissolving and everything was starting to blur with then when I couldn't move my self to go any near I still did, the person on the other side was asking what had happened but I couldn't focus on that. I was about to touch her just a few centimetres apart

when someone came running and grasped my shirt from behind and threw me to a wall and my head hit a wall harshly and I played there with my stomach facing the ground couldn't move an inch, but I wanted to see his face so I tilted my head upward, but it was all blurry I couldn't make out his face but his long black hair and baggy clothes his eyed giving a hard stare, I couldn't see him a glare but feel it. I tried to move a bit I cant, it hurt so bad . my lips were bleeding and my head was painting and slowly my eyes closed.

my eyes Opened wide and someone shouted

" he's awake " before I could look at the person, they have already run out. I looked around And it was a hospital, and the first thing I remember is my mom.

I tried to move my hand but my muscles pained the more I moved the more it felt like my muscles were tearing apart.

Before I could do something a doctor and a few nurses rushed in while holding some clipboards and said

" Mr addition Anion, can you hear us " I nodded

" Follow my finger " his index finger went from left to right.

after they have left, I finally saw someone I knew

Aunt ruby. She lived with us

She was my mothers younger sister

she was much more soft-hearted and talkative than my mother after mom adopted me, the second mother to me.

she looked worried and I could see her dried-up tears, she didn't look too well.

She looked at me slowly sitting down at the side chair while holding my hand and said in a tiny voice

" Adion, I am sorry " and burst out crying, squeezing my hand

" I am so so sorry " why was she apologising. it's not her fault. I wanted to tell her this but I couldn't move a lot of talks I could just stare. Stare at her crying her eyes out but here and there again I remember her body- my mother's lying dead, scratches and marks on her body. I also wanted to cry but couldn't. after a few minutes when aunt stopped crying someone knocked on the door. I looked at her come in, she was trying to look strong but anyone can see how her legs were shaking and mouth was trembling there, I tried to move how much I tried I couldn't

my eyes were shut again,n their own and I found myself alone in that darkness, no one with me coldness embracing me then suddenly I heard my mom screaming her lungs out and I ran towards the sound in more darkness and there was the picture of her, just as I last saw her. But she was alive, it felt like I was there, it felt real but I couldn't go any nearer, I tried to see something else and spotted someone with a black mask on, covering his eyes and nose and he was in a suit. nowhere near the guy who threw me to the wall, I could see her saying something but nothing was hearable or some were just in another language. I tried to read her lips and I could make a few words out

- bound, wait, heaven, ibi. (Or something like that)

- Frink o birn is it a name? Or from another language

but before something could happen my eyes opened wide And everything disappeared slowly

I was at the hospital again And this time police was also there surrounding me and before they could even call my name my aunt shoo-ed them away as soon as I woke up and came running to me asking and bringing the hospital food which was on a table plastic-wrapped, seeing her do this, I feel bad about myself and her making her do this, even after her sister died she needs to take care of her adoptive child.

I felt even more horrible than ever

after seeing her die in front of me and after the dream that felt almost real where I saw her.

And suddenly I couldn't remember anything about the dream just a few scenes of her crying and a word

- Frink o Birn

- after a few days -

I was released on 20 August.

The dream ( more like a nightmare )

Never came again since then. but I did see her dead in her room just how I saw her waking up in cold sweat was pretty regular now

I wasn't badly injured but my muscles went numb for a few days after being hit harshly.

We were planning for moms funeral,

The police called us and wanted us to ask to examine her body more than they already did but we refused.

Seeing her again, dead and pale no warmth in her would give me even more nightmares than I already have.

We had interrogations with the police about my mother's case. they haven't found any traces- they would reply every time aunt tried to find more about it And shrug her away I saw her frustrated and she kicked some cans on the road and felt sometimes would cry at home and pull a happy as soon as I came in the room it was more frustrating in many ways, I kept seeing my mother's dead body In my sleep I wanted to keep hidden nightmares and sadness. The least I could do I be out of her worries.

" Adion, " aunt called me down and I saw all of my mother's stuff on the ground spread on every part of the living room, I was stunned for a second and though I fight to want to cry again'' oh you are here, can you help me sort her things, soo messy '' she said and looked through the whole thing. I nodded and sat down facing her

'' we should start with the ones which are too personal to her, and things which are not so much '' she said and laid it down

We were looking through the stuff and aunt suddenly said

'' look this is the photo she preserved and never let anyone see, it is you when you were first adopted '' I looked at it, I was hardly 1 year. and saw her smiling in front of the house

'' This was the place we were but we moved out she didn't like it much ''

'' um really, but why ''

'' don't know but she did always say that ''

I nodded and looked started looking for something and a pendant came into my hand, a white colour circle pendant inside a square with white flowers ones, I looked at have never seen it before she never wore it.

" is it hers "

" yeah but she never wore it after she adopted you " I shrugged it away

I was thinking of getting a job or something. She is getting a load of work on her-

Suddenly My aunt's yelling voice ........

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